Angel by day, demon by night

Scarfull body

"Well someone has feelings for someone!" My sister said siting down on the couch with me. "One, he's annoying! He won't leave me alone unless some nurse or guard pulls him away from me. Two, he's turning 18, 18! He's 3 years older than me! And lastly I've only known him for about 5 hours now!" I complained. "Listen Sara, ever since Kyle you've rejected guy after guy! Maybe this one will have some sort of change of heart." She said rubbing my back "please don't mention him in a situation like this, he's noting but a sack of blood to me..."

Kyle. One person I hate more than my step father. He used me, not to mention lied to me. His poison filled lips would only kiss me when he wanted, he only treated me like a toy. Like a pawn in his game of chest. Oh how I'd love to stab him once I'm out of here. "I know, I know, but Arron acts... differently." I would face my sister staring Into her brown eyes. She looks nothing like me, my eyes where an ice colour and my hair was naturally blond, it was before I've dyed it a hot red. "In what way does he act different then Kyle?" "Well one he seems to be more fit then him, I mean I could stair at those biceps all day~" I would throw up in my mouth a little. "Grow up, and can you get me something to drink please?" She nodded and went on to the fridge. The rooms are as apartments almost, two person bedroom, kitchen, small living room. Every kind of thing you'd need in a home basically.

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Arron's pov
It was nighttime now, and I can't sleep as usual. I can't believe I hurt that girl, I know I didn't mean to but she's very stubborn with others. But there was something about her that made sparks between us, I know she might not feel it but I can. "Arron it's 1 am, you should get some rest" I huffed a bit of air. "Like I said before I can't. No matter how much I try, I can't." I looked out the door sized window, gazing into the stars. I'm insomniac, anorexic, and very, and I mean very suicidal. But somehow I'm still alive, like a little voice in my head keeps saying that I need to live longer, become stronger, but with my stepdad and my mom that is always hooking up with the most twisted of men. I just seem to break apart, he tried to hit Julie but I only got a knife to the pack of my neck which is now covered with a tattoo.

Sure my visual appearance seems like I can break a guy in two like a twig but this is what I like. I know many people from my family hates me and thinks I should die, but I'm only my siblings care for me, like my brother, he was my hero growing up but after he was at a party he was invited to he never came home. Police found his body near an alley way and they found out he was stabbed to death. Luckily we found the killer when I was fourteen, three years after his death. Man how I wanted to gouge out his eye balls... "I'm going to take a shower." I whisper in my sisters ear. She yawned an reply, "Alright but hands off any razor blades, I'm checking you tomorrow morning and I still have the number."

65. 65 scars all across my arms, stomach and legs. All because of what everyone does to me. But that girl, she seemed to build up walls around her, but she seemed very strong. She was also very beautiful, hot red hair, with an almost pixie style. Her eyes where a beautiful shade of blue witch change shades from time to time. I got undressed and took a shower, beads of water slipped down my skin relaxing my muscular form, But just at the corner of my eye, stood one of my best friends and worse enemy. A razor. I promise that I wouldn't do anything but I just craved it. So I took the razor and took out one of the blades, I allowed it to glide on my skin freely, 7 new scars formed. The blood dripping was warm and washed away with the water. Why did I do this to myself? This is just going to kill me slowly and painfully. So I just glide the blade even more, but this time deeper. 75 scars in total. But at my luck I collapsed.
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Sara pov.
I heard a bang from the other side of the wall, Arron is probably up. But just minutes later I heard a panicked knock at the door. I got out of the bed to see it was only 1:30 to my sleeping sight. Who would wake me up at this time? Hopefully not Arron. I walked to the door to see a crying Julie "Do any of you guys know first aid?" I scratch my eye "Did someone slip in the shower or something?" I asked. "Even worse, like bloody worse." My eyes shot open and I ran to Julie's apartment (as I like to call them.) as I got in the bathroom to see only blood on the wall. I didn't panicked at the sight of it but I got two towels one to clean up the mess the other...errm... I can leave that for you to know...

I cleaned his wounds and patched them up and with Julie outside of the room crying, he finally woke up. His eyes flutter and he treys to get up. I placed pressure on his chest and pushed him down gently. "F-flair?" His visit cracked. "Mhm?" I looked at his with a blanked face and handed his a pair of shorts "O-Oh sorry..." I turned away for him to put on. He groaned and spoke "Y-you can l-look now..." His voice trembling I turned my head to his back, starting in awe of his tattoo of leathery black wings, they trailed down from his shoulder blade to the middle of his back. I would place my cold hand on it and trace them "awesome tat." I said in a monotone voice "Thanks, I guess..." I bit my lip. I've always admired tattoos, my stepdad got one on his arm so I can like him more. I liked it but it didn't change my feelings of him in my life. "Hey, that tickles!" He said as I completely forgot my finger trailing his wings, I pulled back. Arron turned to me with a wild smirk plastered on his face. "You like tattoos to?" "I find them amazing." I admitted. "What kind do you want to get, well once your older..." He said. "Ether a dragon on my back or a psi of flaming phenix wings..."

He pulled me closer to him, I tried to get out of his death grip but he spoke up. "No, stay here with me...I need you to stay with me." He sounded like a broken hearted boy. "Alright but I have to tell-" "No stay quiet." He held me there, he seemed very loving, but with how tired I was I fell asleep on him, hearing his heartbeat made me at peace. Just as much as he didn't want me to leave, i didn't want to ether.